Heaven help the fool who falls in love

the worse kind of trouble

I notice Klaus take a long moment to examine me, every part of me.

His eyes trailed up from shoes, all the way up my body examining every inch. His eyes resting on my breast, the cleavage prominent in my tight black top.

He noticed my hair and the way it fell loosely from my ponytail. I felt his eyes travel down my cheeks down and the tip of my noose. 

He met my eyes for a moment. I watched his eyes flicker down to my lips before they quickly returned and held my eye contact.

He smiled a sad sort of smile.

"You're looking well, my love."

My love. My fucking love. Of course he decides to call me that. Everyone else was only 'love', but me, I was always 'my love'. But I wasn't his love anymore.

The memories were all flooding back. This place was too much to bear.

I must admit I took my time to examine Klaus as well.

He stood leaning over the grand staircase, muscles clenched in his tight grip of the stairs. His arms had grown bigger, stronger. 

He was still lean and just as tall. 

His hair remained messy and of auburn colour. The same hair I could almost remember the feel of its touch as if I was running my hands through it.

His lips were curled into the classic devilishly Niklaus grin, that alerted me he had gotten himself into some kind of messy trouble, as always,

His face was taunt and sharp.

However there was something different about him. It was in his eyes.

His eyes had grown cold. The crystal blue colour more a reminder of tears than of the sea.

He did not have the same sparkle in his eye that he had in all the years I knew him.

*cough cough* Kol's loud, forced coughed snapped me from my trance.

"Niklaus, aren't you going to come down here and greet our dear friend properly. She is here at your request, after all," asserted Elijah.

Klaus mischievous grin widened and he began a slow descent down the stairs, placing precise, dramatic movements.

I gulped. I knew everyone heard this, I was surrounded by original vampires after all.

He strutted over towards me, hands deep in his pockets a grin so smug I felt like slapping him hard across the face.

He paused, merely half a metre from me.

Giving me a final smile, he took a grand bow, his body stretched towards gracefully. He paused before he straightened up then he met my eyes. 

He reached out his hand and took mine within his. Slowly I followed the sight of my hand being lead to his plump lips, slowly, ever so slowly.

He keep his stare, I knew he was desperate to read my emotions. To be a step ahead of me. He wanted to fluster me, to woo me. I couldn't let that happen.

But fuck my body craved his touch.

He delicate placed his lips against my cold skin, sending a shiver of memories down my spine.

I knew that shape all too well.

"It really is nice to see you Opehlia, my love. And you are looking truly stunning as always," he whispered lowly.

I would not fall for his tricks again.

"Why am I here Klaus," I saw pulled my hand back and matching his glare.  

I want him to fear me. Be flustered by me.

"So it's all business I see. And you know better then to call me Niklaus, my love." He rolled up his sleeves, leaving exposed his bare muscles underneath. fuck. 

"And you know better than to call me your love," I returned defiantly.

Kol burst out in laughter, Rebekah too and I even saw Elijah hide his giggle. They had all been watching us closely, intently. Watching our every move.

Klaus however, was far from impressed. His eyes darkened in rage.

"Perhaps you would explain the situation to Opehlia in a more, um, private place Niklaus. Don't do this here."

Without saying a word, Klaus grasped my wrist tightly forcing me to gasp, and lead me out of the room at his super speed.

He dragged me into his large bedroom which rested at the top of the stairs.

He released me forcefully, causing me to stumble back a couple of feet.

I watched him slam the door shut as I regained my composure.

"Don't try to embarrass me in front of my family ever again. I shall call you whatever I want, my love."

I have no idea why he is so mad at me. Geez, this man needs therapy.

I merely straightened up and fixed my hair, "Are you going to fill me in on your problem or should I go home and leave you here to suffer with whatever it is alone?"

He glare, softened and his face fell as he seemingly remembered why I was here.

"You might want to take a seat," Klaus whispered.

Confused, I crossed the room towards the bed.

My breathe hitched. It was exactly how I had left it.

I noticed him watching me carefully, not moving from beside the door.

As I sat on his soft sheets, the touch familiar, I examined Niklaus' large room.

Few had changed.

He still had his ancient wardrobe, all which I knew was filled with stolen clothes. A canderlit chandler hung lowly and a rug which had caressed my feet many times lay on the cold, wooden floor.

His walls were littered with art. His art.

There's no way...

My breathe hitched. My heart missed a beat, or too.

Above his mantelpiece, framed a large portrait, clearly visible from the bed.

It depicted a girl. A raven haired girl. More a girl than a women.

She stood alone, stranded on a beautiful beach.

Her hand was outstretched as if it was reaching for something, someone.

That girl was me.

"Ophelia." I heard Niklaus' shaky breathe as he took a seat beside me on the bed.

"Niklaus," I trembled, meeting his eyes again. They were soft, loving even.

He reached out, his hand clutching mine. It was warm.

I did not pull away this time.

"I'm dying, Ophelia."

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hehe it's gonna get juicy now!! Let me know what you guys think!

Also psa - this obviously doesn't follow the originals storyline